I was running errands the other day and decided to stop at the local post office at the other end of town to mail off some eBay packages. I use this Post Office occasionally, but the main Post Office I use is the downtown location near my office. I walked in and there was a line of about four people. The counter clerk says “next” and a lady walks up with few packages.
She tells the clerk she is not sure of the address on one of the packages for Frostburg, MD. Normally the little terminal machine they use will pop this up so I’m puzzled when the clerk looks frustrated and starts looking frantically all around the counter area. He finally locates two extremely tattered directories and begins thumbing through them looking for the Frostburg zip code. This goes on (not exaggerating) for about 5 minutes, and the line has grown to approx 8 people in the meantime. He can’t find the zip code and decides someone must have torn the page out. He yells to the clerk in the back who is sorting packages asking if they know Frostburg’s zip code. The other clerk yells “I think it’s (numbers) but double check”. More punching numbers into the terminal and lots of sighing. We’re about 11 minutes into this transaction at this point.
I pull out my PDA phone and google up the zip code in 30 seconds. I tell him, and he proceeds to finalize her transaction. The crowd is muttering at this point. I finally get to the front and he thanks me for looking up the number. I tell him “no problem” and then ask if the terminals don’t do that automatically.
An then it begins…
He says (loudly and angrily) )
“Yes they do, but I haven’t been TRAINED! (now this guy is in his late 30’s to early 40’s if he’s a day). But the big shots, the mangers, they don’t care about the workers! They only care about THIS!”, the green and he takes out a 20 dollar bills and waves it around. That’s ALL that matters to them! Always cutting! They get bonuses, but they cut all the workers! It really sucks!“All they care about is the Green! Just the green, that’s the color they care about! (more bill waving). It really sucks!”
There is not a sound from anyone. I am genuinely surprised as I always had the impression that post office jobs were (generally) reasonably well paid, and pretty highly valued by workers. I have seen a lot of PO workers under stress from large crowds during holidays, but I had never heard one explode in front of the public like this.
He snaps back to business and completes my transaction. I pay and go.
A few days later I’m back at my regular downtown post office, and it’s a bit slow at that time with no one else around, and so I ask my regular clerk what the hell that was all about. He asks me to describe the clerk. When I do he rolls his eyes and says “Oh that’s xxxx! He’s a piece of work!”
I ask why he is so angry. He says
“For 20 years ending just last year xxxxx had the world’s best job as he spent 8 hours a day, 5 days a week servicing (filling) 3 automatic stamp machines on the north end of town in various locations. A new Postmaster came on board last year and said “WTH!” when he saw this and put him on counter duty. He’s having to do real work for the first time in his life, and he can’t stand it, and BTW he HAS been trained, he just refuses to learn.”
I tell him that I found it especially surprising that anyone would bellyache like that about a fairly desirable job. He said that he tells any complainers in his post office to move on. There’s 100 people waiting for your job if you don’t like it.
His ending statement summed it up. “No pleasing some people”